From: Jonah13@nycnet.com (Jonah13)
Subject: friend's posting from Jonah13
Organization: NYC NET
Date: Sun, 9 Feb 1997 16:34:54 GMT
This is not my story, it's a friend's, Forumite@nycnet.com. It involves
muscleboy fantasy. He has a nice endowment too, but his fantasies are
more like "The Journal"'s. If you want to email him, especially if
you're a muscle stud, be my guest.
The following story contains explicit gay sex, so if it offends your
delicate sensibilities.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! (grin)
>eric writes:
>I say that we all post our most outrageous sexual fantasy.
Ok, how about this?
Word of warning: Not to be read if you're under 18. X-rated
Sorry Paolo, it involves muscles.
PYGMALION
by Forumite
@nycnet.com
Today is the day. Today I get to meet Jeffrey Bruton in person.
Who is Jeffrey Bruton? He's only
a god. He recently won the Mr. Universe contest as well as Mr.
Olympia, but any professional
bodybuilder can win those. However, Jeffrey Bruton puts them all to
shame. He did a photo shoot
for Muscle Man magazine after winning Mr. Universe. His massive arms
are thicker than tree
trunks. His torso has the widest V-shape I've ever seen with pectoral
muscles protruding out almost
6 inches from his main body and nipples as large as half-dollars. His
stomach was rippled and hard
as a rock. He didn't have chest hair, but that didn't matter. I
prefer seeing bare muscles anyway.
His legs were thicker than his arms, more than eight times the bulk of
the juiciest turkey leg you
ever had on Thanksgiving. His face was drop-dead gorgeous, with
piercing eyes, a seductive smile,
and short light brown hair with just a slight bang over his forehead.
Naturally he was wearing the
standard posing strap, but it left little to the imagination. Most
guys wear skimpy ones, but Jeffrey
wears extra large to cover his basket, but even so, I swear you can see
an outline of his family
jewels. There is also a photo of him showing his back. You would
expect his butt to be so muscular
as you can't tell where a leg ends and a cheek begins, but with
Jeffrey, there was no such problem.
Though covered by the strap, he still showed a big round bubble butt,
firm but smooth.
So why was I meeting him? I'm no 98 pound weakling, but I
couldn't even win a Mr. Asteroid
competition, let alone Mr. Universe. Anyway, it's from that same photo
shoot. Muscle Man
magazine was having a contest, first prize being a year's worth of
weight lifting training with Jeffrey
Bruton. The magazine would pay Jeffrey for his time and an equal
amount to charity. I knew it was
a long shot, but I had to enter. Jeffrey himself called me to give me
the great news that I had won.
Fortunately, Jeffrey also lived in New York City (how come I never
saw him?), so there was no
need to worry about travel arrangements. Jeffrey would be able to
train me at the same time he does
his own exercises, but he can only do it twice a week since he does
have other clients as well as
personal appearances to make. Naturally, it is up to me to keep up
with the exercises on my own.
I didn't really care that much about getting large muscles and such.
Sure I would like them, but I
just wanted to spend time with Jeffrey. I'm not going to fool myself
into thinking our so called
relationship is anything more than trainer/client. Since we would be
seeing each other twice a week
for a year, I'm sure some sort of friendship would develop, but more
likely only as far as good
acquaintances.
Jeffrey would be training me at his apartment in Manhattan
overlooking Central Park. I'm certain
it is quite a view, but I'd be too distracted by Jeffrey to even
notice. When I got to his apartment,
I rang the buzzer. When he opened the door, my heart skipped a beat
There was my dream god in
the flesh. His piercing brown eyes looked right through me. He smiled
that seductive smile. He
was wearing a tank-top so that his broad shoulders were bare. With one
hand on the door knob and
the other leaning on top of the door frame, his large half-dollar
nipples were also exposed. I dared
not look any lower lest I embarrass myself or make him feel
self-conscious. He welcomed me
inside and led me directly to a rather large room where he has his own
gym.
I was walking behind him which allowed me a better look at all of
him. His back muscles flexed
as he walked; his biceps pumping with each swing of his arms. He was
wearing shorts, the kind
with a cut away on the sides. The sight of his bare plump legs caused
me to pant, but it was his
beautiful bubble butt hugged by his shorts that caused me to stop a
moment to catch my breath. The
bottom of his underwear was outlined through the tight-fitting shorts.
There was also just a slight
indentation down the middle to perfectly outline both cheeks. Each
step he took enhanced
the indentation.
He quickly turned around. Since I was just admiring his butt, I
now got a good view of his groin.
I couldn't see a definitive shape as I could in his posing strap from
the magazine photo, but there was
a bulge. However, I quickly looked up to his face, trying to show I'm
only interested in learning how
to properly exercise. If he noticed me staring at him, he didn't show
any sign of it nor mention it.
After I introduced myself and us talking a bit to get to know one
another, he showed me around to
all the machines, what particular muscles they were designed for, and
how to use them. Of course,
it was important to stretch first so as not to get cramps and to wear
comfortable clothes. He showed
me where the bathroom was so I could change.
When I entered the bathroom, the first thing I saw was the tub.
The thought of him naked in
there, in this same room I am in, got me all horny again. As I was
changing, I was trying to think
of other thoughts to calm me down, but nothing worked. I was afraid my
excitement would show
through to him, utterly embarrassing me, but I had purposely brought
loose fitting shorts hoping it
wouldn't be noticeable.
After changing, I returned to the weight room. We sat down across
from each other. First we
stretched our arms and upper body. It was hard to concentrate while
seeing his muscles flex
bulbously and his nipples constantly peeking out from behind his tank
top. The way his chest
muscles jutted out from behind his tank top, he might as well not have
been wearing it at all. Even
when he was in a relaxed state, his pectorals pressed against his shirt
leaving a gap underneath
between the bottom of his shirt and his stomach.
Next we stretched our legs. It was at this moment that he spread
his legs far apart. He had
amazing dexterity considering his bulk, but that's not what impressed
me. With his legs apart, I
could see up his shorts to his underwear. He was wearing I would
gather a posing strap as opposed
to white briefs. As he stretched, the crotch part of his shorts would
move, allowing me a better
view of his bulge. This time there was no mistaking the outlining of
his dick. It wasn't erect, but
it was big. Its head was pointing straight up towards his stomach; his
balls hanging below, hugged
by the strap. I couldn't help it as my own dick started to grow, as if
it could grow any bigger than it
already had. I'm rather big myself, but everyone has a limit, and I
was reaching mine.
Anyway, I never could really stretch my legs, that is, not very
far apart. Jeffrey saw I was having
trouble. He stopped stretching and moved over towards me. He put his
hands on my right leg to
help me stretch it some more. The extra pain I felt from the exertion
was overpowered by the
excitement of him touching me. This was the first time we were
actually touching, skin to skin. It
was tantalizing that this would be the limit of our physical contact,
but at that moment, I didn't care.
I just let myself enjoy the fact that he was touching me.
When we were done stretching, we went to the machines. He started
me on light weights, and
created a chart so that I could see the progress I was making over the
months. I'd be able to see the
progress in the mirror as well as my own muscles developed. He told me
that it would take more
than the year we had to get as bulky as him, but I would still have
well defined muscles that would
surely impress the ladies. I didn't comment.
We hadn't yet discussed how long our sessions would be or finalize
what days we would meet.
When this session was over, I was still in awe of him that I couldn't
get the nerve to ask. He
suggested Mondays and Thursdays, which was fine by me. He also told me
not to leave yet. Then
the phone rang. I waited patiently yet nervously while he answered it.
I wanted to just stare at him,
to silently gawk at his masculinity, but I was scared to have him
notice. I went to a window to look
at Central Park. It was a great view, but his deep voice kept
distracting me. When he hung up, I
went back over to him.
"There is something often overlooked by beginners," he said.
"Especially since your muscles are
doing work they've never done before, as important it is to stretch
before a workout to avoid cramps,
afterwards, you need to let your muscles relax. This is why they have
steam rooms and saunas at
professional gyms. They help relax the body, allowing your muscles
time to adjust to their new
strength. A good massage also helps, which is kind of like stretching.
I don't have a steam room
or sauna, but they aren't absolutely necessary. However, I can give
you a massage."
What? Jeffrey Bruton is going to give me a massage?! This can't
be happening. Nevertheless,
that's exactly what did happen. He led me to his bedroom and told me
to take off my shirt and lie
on my stomach on the bed. I was grateful for that break since he
wouldn't see my boner, which by
now was clearly evident. He sat on the bed beside me and started to
kneed my back shoulder
muscles. I had to force myself to keep a pleasure moan quiet. It
wasn't so much the pleasure of the
massage, but the fact that Jeffrey Bruton was giving me one. As his
hands slowly massaged my
entire back, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. I wanted to reach
out and grab him, but I had to
force myself not to. He probably saw my hands clench a bit when this
happened since he left my
back to massage one arm and then the other. After doing my arms, he
went to my legs. He slowly
massaged the back of my right thigh almost as if he was caressing it.
He went down to my calf and
then took my sneakers and socks off. He began to massage my feet and
spreading his fingers
through my toes. Now, I've seen movies about sports, and whenever the
trainer gives the jock a
massage, he never does this to the jock's feet. Of course, I'm not
going to complain, but I really
thought this was pleasurably weird.
After massaging my feet for a few minutes, he slowly went back up
my legs. He was back at my
thighs, almost touching my butt. Because I was wearing loose-fitting
shorts, it was easy for him to
slip his hands under them, which is what he did. Not overtly, but
slowly enough so that at first it
could seem like an accident. As I didn't say anything, he took more of
a risk until his hands were
firmly on my butt, but over my underwear. I was able to move my head a
bit to look at him. He was
staring at my butt as he was massaging it. He was breathing heavily,
his mouth slightly open. While
his head was turned towards my butt, his body was facing me. I looked
down and saw that his dick
was now clearly defined through his shorts. It was a lot bigger than
before and was stretching a bit
away from his body.
Though it was obvious he was turned on as I was, I was still
frightened to do anything
about it. I was sure a butt massage was not part of the normal
execercize ritual, but the fear of
him disliking me because I "misunderstood" what he was doing was too
strong. I hoped he
would doing something a little more overt, a sure sign that I can
safely reciprocate and spread
my hands along his massive body. He turned his head and saw me looking
at him. He didn't say
anything. He stopped massaging me. While still looking at me, he took
off his tank top,
revealing in full his humongous torso. "Why don't you feel what your
body will be like some
day," he said. I turned around a bit, reached out my hand, and touched
his chest over his right
nipple. He closed his eyes and smiled. I pressed into him. I put my
other hand on his other
nipple, pressing both. I moved my hands back and forth, stimulating his
large nipples so that
they stood out more. He kept smiling, and his dick kept growing. I
sat up and started to kneed
his chest as he kneeded my back earlier. It was rather difficult to do
with his muscles as hard as
they were, but I didn't care. Electricity was flowing through me. He
moved his arms about,
allowing me to feel his muscles move beneath my hands. It was all I
could stand. I immediately
buried my face into his chest, sucking his nipple for all its worth.
He put his massive arms around my back and gave me a hug. He
pressed me close
against his chest, my tongue flicking his nipple. I managed to get my
arms around his back to
hug him in return. My hands could not reach each other behind him
since he was so wide. I
nevertheless moved my hands about his back, relishing the feel of him.
He let go of me and lifted my chin with his hand so that he was
staring right into my
eyes. He held us in that position for a minute then moved closer and
put his lips next to mine. I
know many guys like french kissing, but I prefer just having lips touch
with no tongue, though
the mouths can open and close. It's just my thing. His lips were as
soft as cotton. To my
delight, he didn't rush his tongue into my mouth, but instead slowly
and slightly opened his
mouth and then closed it. My heart was pounding as this poster boy for
masculinity so gently
pressed his lips to mine as if I was a delicate flower.
With our lips still locked, he stood up picking me up with his
strong arms. He lifted me
into the air, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept one arm
around my back and the
other held my butt as he slowly lifted me and then lowered me. With my
dick at full attention, it
was pressed against his stomach through my shorts. I could feel every
ripple in his stomach with
it as he made me fuck his belly. He gently put me back on the bed. He
got on the bed as well,
straddling his legs on either side of me and lowered his firm butt onto
my dick. Looking at his
own, I could see it strain against his shorts, big and thick almost
poking out the wasitband of his
shorts. My hands went up to chest, and I slowly lowered them. When I
reached his dick I
wrapped both hands around it for a firm grip and jerked him through his
shorts. He stopped me
after a bit, stood up, and then took off his shorts and posing strap,
letting me see him in all his
glory. His dick was at least 10 inches big and thicker than a snake.
His large balls hung like
christmas tree ornaments. I cupped them in one hand and stroked his
dick with the other.
After a few minutes of this, he turned around showing me for the
first time his beautiful,
I have to say it, ass. His magazine photo did not do him justice. His
cheeks were big and plump
like watermelons as round as a sphere. I just had to reach out my
hands and grab them, and
kneed them, and squeeze the skin through my fingers. He bent down
causing his cheeks to
spread showing me his butthole. It was so pink. Admiring his butt, I
felt a warm sensation on
my dick. He had pulled down my shorts and was now sucking the
daylights out of me. Using
his right hand to make a tunnel, his large hot mouth made my whole dick
tingle with pleasure. I
cried out in joy as his tongue moved to and fro massaging the most
sensitive part of my dick. I
tried to concentrate more on his ass, but I just couldn't. The
pleasure was just too much. All I
could do was just lie there and enjoy it.
He soon stopped and reached over to a drawer in a small table by
the bed. He pulled out
a small packet. He opened it up and put a condom on my dick and began
to suck me out again.
He turned around to face me. He came over and gave me another soft
kiss. He then slowly sat
back, maneuvering my dick up into his hole. When I penetrated, he
grimaced in pleasure. He
soon was able to sit all the way down on my dick, his ass touching me.
He grabbed me by his
arms and gave me another hard bear hug. As he kissed me again, he
started to hump my dick.
His tight hole pressed against my dick, leaving no room to escape the
extreme sensation. I
tightly dug my hands into his back and pressed my lips harder against
his. The bed shook with
his humping and me right along with it. Soon I could take no more,
with a loud yelp, I came in
the condom up his ass, gushing like a river. While I was doing this,
he never stopped humping
so that my now extra-sensitive dick would not be given a moment's rest.
I couldn't stop yelping.
After gushing all I could, he kept on humping, maintaining the fading
pleasure. When I became
desensitized, I was able to lie back down. He stopped humping and
leaned back. He jerked
himself into a frenzy and soon he squirted his cum all over his massive
chest, groaning in
pleasure with his deep voice.
When he was done, he just sat there looking at me looking at him.
His cum slowly
dripped down the valley between his pectorals. He reached over back
into the drawer and took
out some napkins. He cleaned his chest ever so slowly. He got off of
me, took off the condom,
and cleaned my dick. Putting the napkins aside, he lay down on the bed
next to me. "Now
that's what I call relaxing your muscles," he said. He then caressed
me again and kissed me. I
took my shorts completely off and layed myself on top of him, stradling
my legs around his
massive legs. I put my arms around him, and since he was taller, laid
my head against his chest,
using his pectoral muscles as a pillow. He closed his arms around me,
using a hug as my
blanket.